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21 September 2016

Indianapolis, There We Went

It was not the result of seeing this new book of wonderful photographs that Larry & Carolyn did a little jaunt to Indianapolis, but it could have been.  Indianapolis is the capital of the State of Indiana, as it should be, just like the capital of Illinois should be named Illinoiston, the capital of Texas should be called Texasville and the capital of Wisconsin should be know as Wisconsinopolis.

It was beautiful weather and not a lot going on (meaning no major races or street festivals or protest rallies).  The drive was less than 5 hours, even with a stop at a highly recommended diner for breakfast, whose name we can now tick off the must-do list (and not pass along).  Either those acquaintances who recommended the place never had a bad meal in their lives or have a very broad definition of what "good eats" is, considering I know for a fact that all of them have eaten at Dixon's Orom with chef Mark Framke at least once.  (Hint: no comparison and I wish Orom would serve brunch again to remind everyone one of what a good first meal-of-the-day really means.)

Back on track, with the time change, we were at White River State Park by 1pm and enjoyed really good parking rates: $3 for 3 hours, $6 for 6 hours, $12 for 12 hours.  This is good pricing strategy. We were not the only ones opting to pay possibly more than $1/hour "just in case" we wandered past 4pm.  That area, west of the Capital and central business district, is still pretty central, boasting not only the White River meandering along, but also, gateway to the Indiana State Museum and Eiteljorg Museum of American Indians and Western Art, as well as the canal which runs parallel to the river in Indianapolis, conceived in 1836 as part of the project to link the Wabash-n-Erie Canal to the Ohio River, it was never finished and is now a refreshingly clean stretch of water for paddleboats with beautiful walks, quiet memorials and residences alongside it.

What can I say about Indianapolis, but that it is a very book-friendly, bike-friendly town.  There were sculptures with books all over the city, sort of combining Tiny Libraries with three-dimensional art. I even saw people reading the titles in the sculpture near the Soldiers & Sailors Memorial in the heart of the city, looking to borrow reading material.

You noticed that I did not mention the Indianapolis Museum of Art. It is not located downtown. It is not on the Northeastern edge of downtown, as the bartender (from New Orleans) at Revolucion believes.  We would not even say that the museum is on the Northwestern edge. It is a good 5 miles from White River State Park which one could say is on the western edge of downtown (if we call the Capitol Building the Heart of Downtown), in a leafy area just off Dr Martin Luther King, Jr Street , which heads northwest out of Indianopolis proper, past the greater portion of a very large cemetary. The area is so leafy, in fact, that the large sign marking the corner of the institution's property at 38th Street.  By the way, for all that the IMA has an address 801 West Washington Street, the access from MLK Street is blocked and it appears to us that the IMA is the only address on West Washington Street.

Indianapolis is very walker-friendly (barring the aforementioned IMA), also, even while major interstate roads surround and bisect the town.  We stayed in Fountain Square which really hops on First Friday (as it sometimes does at Dixon's Second Saturdays).  We already mentioned the nouveau Mexican bar with food, Revolucion (sorry, don't have enough HTML savvy to put that accento on the o).  We are told that the al fresco bar in back has a whole different vibe, but did not check it out.  The fountain for which the square is named (there are actually two of them now) is not as large as in photographs, but quite interesting. The one coffee place closed, but I had read in the local newspaper that an upscale (really, is there any other kind?) chocolatier would be coming into the space and the "coffee bar will remain."  It doesn't seem possible, but possibly, coffee is not the preferred drink in Indianapolis.  I only just remembered there was a Starbucks on Monument Circle when I searched for "Starbucks in Indianapolis." They are not falling all over each other like they do in Chicago.  There was a fairly expensive (read, "Starbucks pricing") independent place walking just over the highway on Virginia Avenue from Fountain Square towards downtown in the very trendy Fletcher neighborhood. Here, at Calvin Fletcher's Coffee Company, the price of everything is different.  That is, a cup of decaffeinated coffee (small or large) is different from a cup of regular house brew (small or large) is different from the Ethiopian (seems to be another regular brew) is different from the daily special "Now Roasting." There's a lot of lounging around at low, mismatched tables and chairs and by the tip jar was a sign announcing which not-for-profit organization would receive all the tips for the day. I liked that I could not smell the coffee roasting, To me, when green coffee is being roasted, the place smells like there are tires burning in the room. I perhaps should not take it literally that there was coffee "now" roasting.  It was nice.  We sat by the front window, which had a miniature frontier home displayed and there were miniature rugs and other household objects and animals.  It was a little dark and there were quite a few people there, so I did not walk around and see if there were local crafts to tempt my purse.

We had already stopped by Wildwood Market, and purchased every non-perishable foodstuff made in Indiana for personal enjoyment as well as gift-giving. It was good to see such a place in Fountain Square -- local, owner-run, reflective both of the neighborhood's needs and the proprietors' vision.  We kind of hope that sums up Books on First. 

The Book as a Weapon

Heard something on NPR this a.m. that started my stream of consciousness thinking: a follow-up story on the police shooting of a black man who was sitting in a parked car.  The police officers who shot the man alleged that "they saw him with a gun."  His family disputes that, saying he was reading a book.  Wow.  Just think.  The book as a weapon.

Of course, a good hardcover book, maybe The Autobiography of Mark Twain, Volume 3, weighing in  at 792 pages or 3.7 pounds would be physically a very good weapon for someone who can bench press a few kilos or throw a mean discus.

And, they always say that the pen is mightier than the sword, although the sword is a lot swifter.

But, as a bookseller, I have to go with the concept that books can be weapons, too.
Some people may say I'm being flippant or facetious, but no, not at all.  Why do you think there's such a thing as a banned book?  Books have been known to slay ignorance as well as boredom, oppression, the status quo and time.  Of course, one actually has to read the book, not simply weigh it or throw it.  On the other hand, books are more available and cheapest in socialist countries, because leaders know that they can also kill free thought and creativity while promoting a specific political or social viewpoint. Think of books like poison, both fast-acting and undetectably slow, spreading a vicious thought or an innovative new vision.

Books can be weapons of mass destruction. Think of books like sunshine vanquishing darkness and barbecuing vampires. Think of books lighting a fire under apathy, jumpstarting an inventor, scientist or entrepreneur, inciting a riot -- like it did in Charleston, NC.

Unfortunately, some activity is just too dangerous for some individuals, like driving while black, like parking while black, like reading a book while black.